The World's Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia of the Classic Wit and Humor of All Ages and Nations..., 第 11 卷

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Review of reviews Company, 1912
 

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第226页 - Of my broad felt made lighter, I cast my mantle broad, And stand, poet and fighter, To do and to record. I bow, I draw my sword . . . En garde! with steel and wit I play you at first abord . . . At the last line, I hit! [They begin fencing.] You should have been politer; Where had you best be gored? The left side or the right— ah?
第53页 - Rubicon!" but Pharaoh, poorly disguised under Caesar's mantle, was recognized and repulsed with all the honors that were his due. The following year, Marcel spread over the level plane of his picture a layer of white representing snow, planted a pine-tree in one corner, and clothing an Egyptian as a grenadier of the Imperial Guard, rechristened the painting the "Passage of the Beresina.
第159页 - I am horribly presuming—I accept! When I arrive in Paris, I should like to be able to enjoy Paris, and not be obliged to lose my first month in running after upholsterers, coach-builders, horse-dealers. I should like, on arriving at the railway station, to find awaiting me my carriage, my coachman, my horses. That very day I should like you to dine with me at my home. Hire Or buy a mansion, engage the servants, choose the horses, the carriages, the liveries. I depend entirely upon you. As long...
第226页 - CUIGY, etc. CYRANO. [Closing his eyes a second.] Wait. I am settling upon the rhymes. There. I have them. [In declaiming, he suits the action to the word. Of my broad felt made lighter, I cast my mantle broad, And stand, poet and fighter, To do and to record. I bow, I draw my sword, En garde ! with steel and wit I play you at first abord . . . At the last line, I hit ! [ They begin fencing. You should have been politer; Where had you best be gored? The left side or the right — ah?
第81页 - The reflector," said I, coming up; "is it possible ? " And I looked very much astonished. It was really the old reflector of the Capuchin convent. Since the Capuchins had gone in 1798, it had never been lighted, and at Hunebourg every one went to bed with the chickens. But the night...
第20页 - There have been a great many broken noses since the creation of the world. Can any one give a single instance of a nose broken through any fault of its own? No; but, nevertheless, the poor nose is always being scolded. Well, it endures it all with angelic patience. Trne, it sometimes has the impertinence to snore. But where and when did you ever hear it complain? . . . But let us forget for a moment the utility of the nose, and regard it only from the esthetic point of view. A cedar of Lebanon, it...
第80页 - I felt horrified at myself. I grew cold under my tongue, thinking that we were all going to be burned up, and, as the old beggar Balthazar was standing near me, leaning on his crutch, I embraced him, saying, "Balthazar, when you rest in Abraham's bosom, you will take pity on me, won't you?
第191页 - ... to me — a remarkable turning of the tables — to lend six thousand francs to one of my uncles, an ironmonger at Angouleme, who had foolishly got into difficulties, and not without reading him a severe lecture. In a word, we are orderly, correct persons. But I say we are monsters. For isn't it indeed a monstrous thing, being a man, not to be — not to be able to be — a man like other men ? to be unable to love or to hate, to rejoice or to suffer, as others love or hate, rejoice or suffer?...
第76页 - Bertha was to be a savage, with parrot feathers. We were sure, first of all, that the girls would desert the soldiers for us, and, when one has gone to such expense, to see everything going to the deuce on account of an old fool like Dr. Zacharias Piper — why, it's enough to make one hate one's kind. But, then, what can you expect? People have always been the same, and the fools always have the best of it. Shrove Tuesday came, with a sky full of snow. People gazed to the right, to the left, above,...
第225页 - VALVERT. What is the matter? CYRANO. My rapier prickles like a foot asleep! VALVERT (drawing). So be it! CYRANO. I shall give you a charming little hurt! VALVERT (contemptuous). A poet! CYRANO. Yes, a poet,... and to such an extent, that while we fence, I will, hop! extempore, compose you a ballade!

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